I wound up qualifying in fourth. Yes, that’s last. I passed into third place on the first lap when he spun in the hairpin.
I spent just about the rest of the race trying to get into second. Again it was the white flag that signaled my opportunity to pass. The other driver took the racing line leaving the inside wide open. I outbraked him then cut him off.
Unfortunately I was too far back to have any hope at getting first. The only way to win one of these things is to qualify better, but the only thing I can do about that is lose 50 or 60 pounds. Qualifying better or Three Musketeer Bars, tough choice.